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stagtorccio · 2 months ago

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in case you write for shauna……i have a thought hmm

okok so basically she actually ends up going to brown and meets reader there - who’s practically jackie taylor reincarnated!! like very outgoing, similar style, kinda snarky but also very nice, you get the drift

they end up dating and sharing an apartment and living their cute life but our girl shauna is STRUGGLING

maybe maybe she even has r meet tai or smth and tai calls her the fuck out for it

i just wonder what thoughts you have about it

OH THIS IS WILDDDD i love shauna being crazy as hell... shauna getting out and having to go to boring-ass college because what the fuck else is she gonna do, and meeting alternate universe jackie taylor... fuck

HELP ALSO MY BAD MINORS DNI I SAID SOME FREAKY SHIT IN THIS

shauna hates college. really hates college. it's funny how the one thing she wanted more than anything before the plane crash almost feels like a punishment now. she was a queen, and now she has to write essays? what a bunch of bullshit

she meets you in ENGL 100D. matters of romance. go figure

well, she doesn't meet you, exactly. not until she's over her period of staring at you like she wants you to explode

because you're just. like. her. down to the mannerisms. the laugh. the stupid bunny rabbit twitch of your nose. the snark. even the slightest gesture of your hand reminds her of jackie and it makes her want to crawl out of her own skin

you're convinced she hates you, because what the fuck?? why is this scary brunette death glaring me in our poetry seminar??? send help?? but she's just half yearning half resenting and fullyyyyy unchecked and mentally ill

you get paired for a reading. the lais of marie de france, bisclavret. story about a werewolf and his lover. doesn't matter to shauna- because firstly she thinks you're typical popular girl ditzy and secondly she doesn't want to talk to you

but then fuck, you bounce up to her with a notebook and bunch of glittery gel pens, talking about how excited you are to work with her, and she can't keep holding a grudge against you for just sort of being her dead best friend come back from the grave to haunt her

so she works with you. and okay maybe she stares at you sort of awestruck as you read bisclavret like you're genuinely invested... waxing on in a dramatic voice trying to make her laugh

until you get to That Part

"It's true, more than all the world I love you. You should hide nothing from me, nor ever doubt I'm loyal in any affair. That would not seem like true friendship."

and fuck you remind her so much of jackie it makes her SICK ethel cain style

but also she's shauna. she can't help herself. girl's got zero impulse control. so she asks if you'd like to start hanging out more than just for school because that's such a great idea

and apparently, the one difference you and jackie have? you can actually admit you're gay

because "hanging out" turns to making out turns to you and shauna getting an apartment together a short drive away from uni so you can still make it to your morning classes

shauna feels actually deranged for it. doesn't stop obviously. just writes in her fuckass journal. countless entries about how you look just like her. talk just like her. are just like her.

it always comes back to that first assignment you got paired for— because bisclavret is a tragedy. the lady swore she would love the werewolf but when she found out what he really was, she ran away in fright and wouldn't see him anymore

which, fucking mood for shauna. so things start to spiral

she's obsessive. always trying to protect you, never letting you leave by yourself, and AB SO FUCKING LUTELY never letting you be cold. if you even slightly shiver she whips off her jacket and every other layer and bundles you up until you look like a penguin

she sees you as a second chance, but also as a bitter reminder

you call her "shipman" once and it sparks the only real fight you've ever had— like screaming yelling lashing out fight

you cry obviously because what the fuck shauna???

shauna also cries. apologizes and kisses it all better (doesn't admit that she kinda likes kissing it better.. that's freak for thought)

doesn't usually slip up— but just once she mumbles 'jax' during sex

you don't hear it and thank fucking god for that because imagine trying to explain it

she takes you to meet tai eventually because tai is the only one who's consistently kept contact with her and is still one of her best friends

and boy does tai clock that shit IMMEDIATELY. the first word out of your mouth is "hiya" and she just looks at shauna like 'what the actual fuck.'

"You can't be serious." Shauna's jaw ticks. She crosses her arms, looks anywhere but Tai's face— which is currently stone-set like the world's most disappointed, judgemental statue. She opens her mouth. Closes it. Tai practically balks. "Shauna," she says. Then, with the continued silent treatment from the typically ever-mouthy, ever-opinionated Shipman— "Shauna!" "Fuck, just— it's not like that, Tai," Shauna hisses, trying to be quiet, lest you hear their spat from where you've gone to the bathroom. "Then what's it like?" Tai prods, poking more holes in an already sinking, flimsy defense. "Because it looks like pretty fucked up to me." "I love her," Shauna replies, like it's that easy. It isn't. Tai's lips pull taut as a bowstring. "No, you're obsessed with her because she's practically a carbon fucking copy, Shauna—" She doesn't get to finish her argument, because the flush of the toilet and the door creaking, signaling your return, silence her. Good. Shauna figures she'll need the bathroom soon anyways. She doesn't think her lunch will stay down for much longer.

it's safe to say shauna doesn't take you around tai much after that. tai is always silently judging though

my bad i yapped a whole lot for this one BUT THIS IDEA IS SO INTERESTING... I LOVE IT

#mdni #yellowjackets headcanons #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman x you #shauna shipman thoughts 💭#shauna shipman headcanons #answered.txt #ang 👙#{ antlers }#{ stag is yapping ... }

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pazziiiiiiii · 2 months ago

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This is my first fic and I don’t even know if this is good or no but lmk if you want another part cause if you like it I’ll make it a series but we’ll see!! I like a lot of angst cause otherwise I find stories boring so there will probs be a lot.

This is like their whole life starting from quarantine so because of that it’ll probs be a longer series if y’all like it but lmk idk about it cause if y’all don’t like it I won’t continue. Be completely honest with me I don’t care if it’s mean!!

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1

2020 - Paige POV

Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd have always been inseparable from the day they met in the team USA tryouts. That day where they were both shaking with nerves and were put on the same team to scrimmage. Instantly it looked as if they had been playing with each other for years, somehow knowing where the other would be at all times and able to get an easy bucket. That’s what sparked their friendship through the whole tournament. Until they found out they were being separated after it.

However, even when they lived on other sides of the country it was like they were still together. They FaceTimed every chance they could and were talking to each other constantly (if not it was about the other to their family). They had late night conversations that went on for hours into the night, until someone fell asleep and they woke up in the morning with the call still running. On the few times it was Paige who stirred first (because she always slept in later), she would wake up confused at first to see her phone screen shining, but then would notice the person on the screen and her heart would flutter the slightest bit. She always gets this feeling looking at Azzi, since the day she saw her. But these feelings were long pushed away because Paige was too afraid to admit what they were.

But, even if they talked constantly, they were still itching to actually be with each other so they could prove who was the better hooper, instead of trash talking through a screen. This was a dream they knew would never come true considering how far away they lived.

That was until Paige had an idea. A crazy one, but a good one. She was going to surprise Azzi. She was going to come live with the Fudd’s in quarantine. Just the thought made Paige excited.

Paige loved Tim and Katie Fudd, they were amazing. They had been at the entire USA tournament and because Azzi and her had already become so close, she was introduced to them. And they welcomed Paige in immediately. They saw how Azzi and her were together and knew they would be best friends. So they quickly supported Paige liked their own daughter. They loved her and Paige knew it.

This made Paige even more eager to come stay with them, because this kind of love was different to her own home. She lived with only her dad and hid new wife because her mom left when she was 3. Her dad loved her a lot, yes, but he also was quite lost in how to support his child. So Paige was distant from him, very. She didn’t express her feelings or anything of that sort to him. Leet alone anyone else.

Except Azzi. Even though it was not much Paige told her, and it took Azzi a lot to get anythibg out of her, it was more than anyone else. Because she listened and understood Paige. Knew when something was off and how to fix it. Which made her appreciate Azzi even more.

But with all this in mind, Paige was still nervous of how living months with her best friend would go. It wasn’t like the Fudd’s were scary or anything, of course not. But whenever Paige saw her she was forced to push down the feeling that she was scared to admit. That she could never admit.

So when she texted Katie to ask if she could stay, it took a lot longer than expected.

After a lot of tries, she finally settled on:

Hey Katie, it’s Paige. I was wondering if I could stay with you guys for quarantine and surprise Azzi? If you guys start tomorrow I could get there then? I really think it would be a good idea if it’s ok with you?

When she finally clicked send, she tossed her phone to the side, trying to let her mind rest and her nerves settled.

After a couple minutes a buzz vibrated through her phone and Paige picked it up straight away. Of course it was from Katie:

Hey Paige, that sounds like a great idea! We’ll pick you up from the airport tomorrow just text us.

Paige let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She quickly responded to Katie and booked her flight for the earliest one she could. She could just imagine Azzi’s face when she saw her. Her beautiful, brown curls that matched her brown, doe eyes and her lips that-

Paige had to stop these thoughts. She couldn’t think about her best friend like that, it was wrong to like her like that. Especially when she was going to live with that girl for at least a couple weeks.

Once Paige had finally stopped thinking about that, she realised she was going to have to tell her dad. The dad who doesn’t know how to parent her. The dad who is very religious. The dad who doesn’t know how to properly to talk his child, so instead he resorts to yelling at her. Getting mad at her for the slightest things. It’s not like he doesn’t love his daughter, but he just doesn’t know how to be a parent.

Paige decided she just had to get this over with, so she set her phone down and slowly started to go downstairs. She didn’t know how she was going to tell him. Should she ask or just tell him without a yes or no option. She decided on the second one cause, well she already booked her flight and also she didn’t want him to say no (which he was going to do anyway).

When she saw him he was at the table, glasses on and looking at his laptop. He didn’t even look up, not a care in the world, as if she didn’t even exist. Paige slowly went up to him and was forced to start the conversation herself.

“Um bob- I mean dad…” She slowly said, her father’s real name slipping from her mouth like usual. She usually just couldn’t bring herself to say dad because of how little he was as one.

Bob hummed in response, still failing to look up from his laptop. He looked like he didn’t want to talk to her, as always.

“I was just gonna tell you,” Paige started, not bothering to give him warning. “I’m gonna say with Azzi and her family for a while during quarantine. I’ve already told Katie and Tim and booked my flight and stuff, I leave tomorrow morning.” She rushed out, as if it would end this conversation sooner.

Bob finally looked up, his expression blank, only his brows were furrowed, showing the only sign of emotion. Anger.

“You weren’t even gonna ask me at all, just decided to do it without any permission?” He said firmly, the anger obviously rising through his tone.

“I just really want to go and I don’t want to stay here. I haven’t seen Azzi in so long and I’m gonna surprise her.” Paige replied, not even bothering to be respectful about it.

But then, Bob said something Paige would have never thought he would say. Making her wish she never even said anything in the first place.

“Of course you wanna visit Azzi, why don’t you just go live with her and ask her to be your girlfriend. You better not ask her or you can stay there forever.” He said strongly, his voice raising to a yelling level.

Paige stood in front of him, still. Frozen in shock. She didn’t think he thought about it that way. Didn’t think he would take it that far. I mean she knew something was different and she thought about girls differently, but she had been pushing it down for so long, forcing herself to not feel that way. Now he said it, being very religious he would never forgive her if that was the case.

They both stared at each other for what felt like hours, until Paige finally spoke up.

“I’m leaving at 6:00, I’ll get an uber. I’ll see you when I get home.” She said flatly, turning around and going back to her room, ignoring his voice yelling at her behind her shoulder to come back.

When she got there, she just layed down, staring at the ceiling with her thoughts filling her mind. She knew Azzi was expecting her to call, and Paige was going to, but she didn’t know what to say. Azzi would know something is wrong, that’s just how she is. But Paige knew Azzi was the only person she could to talk to right now.

So she picked up her phone and clicked on ‘Az’ instantly. The line only rang twice when she saw the younger girls face pop on the screen.

“Hey P, took you long enough, it’s literally midnight.” Azzi said with a teasing tone.

“Sorry, was just talking to my dad.” Paige tried to get the words out strongly, attempting to push the lump forming in her throat down. But that was not the case, and Azzi, of course, could tell.

Her face softened almost instantly, knowing what her dad was like, she knew it was something bad, otherwise Paige would never have talked to him in the first place.

“What’s up P?” She asked, voice laced with concern.

“Nothing I’m fine,” Paige answered a little too quickly.

Knowing Paige’s walls she built were very difficult to break, Azzi quickly replied.

“Just answer Paige I know somethings up, you can tell me I’m here.” When Paige didn’t reply, Azzi added, “you have to let me in P it’s not gonna help you.”

Paige knew she should tell Azzi, should tell her what was wrong and how she was feeling. But Paige couldn’t, she had so much built up anger that she couldn’t stop from coming out, so she let it out on Azzi.

“Just stop Az, you don’t always have to know what’s happening I can figure it out on my own, I’ve done it plenty of times before.” Paige knew she shouldn’t have even let the words come out of her mouth as soon as they left.

Azzi’s face froze for just a second, but Paige caught it. She saw the hurt and confusion that flashed through her eyes, but was also gone as soon as it was there.

A long moment passed before Paige spoke up again, the anger settling in her as she pushed it down.

“I’m sorry Azzi, I shouldn’t have said that. I just…” Paige stopped to think about her words, looking down at her fiddling hands that wouldn’t stop moving, before continuing, “I just need to figure it out on my own, he got mad is all, I’ll tell you another time, but I gotta go.”

Paige knew it wasn’t true. And so did Azzi. They both knew that Paige would stay on for hours if she wasn’t feeling so many things at once. Just looking at Azzi made her calmer. But she couldn’t, she needed to stop talking to her best friend before the things her father were saying happened.

“Tell me when you can P, I’m here.” Azzi said softly, the same hurt all over her face as she hung up the call.

Paige stared at her phone for a moment as her screen turned black. She was panicking, the voice of her dad’s words echoing in her mind. Repeating the phrase over and over again. You better not ask her or you can stay there forever. The words had hit Paige harder than she should’ve let them. Deep down she knew that what he said was true. But she had pushed it down for so long, now wasn’t the time she wasn’t going to let up on that. Not now, not ever. Azzi was straight anyway, she would never think that way about her. It was something she had just excepted.

When Paige finally took her eyes off the screen in-front of her, she was breathing heavy and fast. She needed fresh air.

Whenever Paige felt like this she did one of two things. Go play basketball because it was the one thing she loved to do. Or when she couldn’t do that, she would sit on her roof. So that is what she did.

Paige opened the window and stepped out, the cold Minnesota air hit her face instantly, but she wasn’t fazed. Once she got to the top of her roof her breathing instantly slowed. This was the one way (besides Azzi) Paige could get rid of her racing mind, even just for a small time, it was everything to her.

She stared up at the night sky for a while, not thinking about anything but the stars above her.

Azzi POV

Azzi knew exactly what Paige was doing right now. She couldn’t go out to the court and hoop because it was snowing (not that it’s stopped her before), so the only thing she could be doing was sitting on the roof looking at the sky.

Being able to understand Paige and know what she was doing came easily for Azzi. It was like she was made to do it.

In this moment she knew something was wrong. Paige hadn’t told her too much about her father, but it was more than she’s told anyone ever, and it was enough to understand what happened to her in the conversation they had tonight.

But in moments like Paige was having now, there was nothing Azzi could do to stop her. She had already built the walls around her, she had tried to break them down but they never let up, so she just had to wait for her. Even though Azzi knew it wasn’t healthy for Paige to do, she couldn’t do anything about it.

#pazzi fics #pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd

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azialways · 2 months ago

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so what if i’m fucking crazy?

first bit written by roserot, all credits to them.

🌹 will be put after rose’s work, rest is mine or canon lines which again, credit to devs.

cw: smut, sexual tension, swearing, canon typical violence mentions

read at your own risk

! uses afab sex organs

word count: 2174 words

When Y/N first entered the server, they didn’t think that their story would turn out like this. They thought that it would be a game. A way to become someone other than themself. To step into the skin of a serial killer; to die, to live, to tell a story, weave a mythology, to become such things.

Isn’t it true?

They’re a creator. They reap what they sow.

Uptown has an alley they call Purgatory. It isn’t pretty. It’s where a quarter of The Butcher’s murders have been found: limbs splayed, splattered on the graffiti, gore mixing with the drainage rot.

Y/N’s here because they uttered the devil’s name

🌹

“So we meet.” A voice said from behind, one that would be recognizable from a mile away.

“Always the devil, Ronin Beaufort.” Y/N responded coolly, turning to face the red haired boy they’d come to love. He was taller than Y/N thought, he was probably around 6’ or 6’1, and his hair was darker in person than the shitty lighting made it to be.

“Aren’t you a pleasure.” He spoke, his voice soft yet condescending. He began walking towards them slowly, like a predator about to attack.

“Gotta say, seein’ you in person makes me feel some type of way. An’ I wonder how you feel about, well…” He then shoved them against the wall, his hands encasing them against it, and his body weight holding them close. He then began to just laugh, laugh like the psycho he is. His laugh was scary, almost. Something out of a horror movie, but for some reason it didn’t scare them as much as it should’ve. His mouth rested right next to their ear, their back still against the bricks, it made them shudder, but it also brought a heat to their cheeks that went against all feelings of fear.

“D’ya like me now?” He asked, his voice soft and sensual, almost sweet. They could feel his lips graze against their neck, and it made them inhale sharply.

“Y-yes…I do.” They responded, their mind clouded with feelings they couldn’t even begin to explain. They didn’t move, begrudgingly, part of them liked being in this position with him…the power he had over them was almost intoxicating.

”Oh to speak the truth, the truth, anything but the truth.” His voice was teasing, mocking maybe. He was trying to mess with them, but they barely registered it, because they were too busy looking at him. His smile…it was razorish, sly and smirk, but yet it suited him so well…

”Write me a love note, darling?” He spoke, his tone mocking still, but part of him seemed genuine. He genuinely wanted that confession from them? No, he wanted to kill them, to tear your aorta out…not romance them. It was a ridiculous thought to harbor.

“I know your name. I could end you.” Y/N managed to get out, their voice gentle, and not at all threatening like intended. They sounded more…sweet, angelic, even. Like they were granting his last wish.

He chuckled, “Coulda, woulda, shoulda, You could end me, you should end me. But would’ja end me?” He smirked, leaning in condescendingly. He knew the answer, he knew they wouldn’t. He knew they had loved him too much, it was powerful to him. Y/N didn’t respond, so he went on.

“I don’t think so! Where are the boys in blue? Why is it jus’ us in my favorite gruesome alley? Why is that, even after knowing who I am, you still wanna see me?” He looked at you, staring into your soul, digging for that small part of you that wants to kill him, to bring it out.

“Some might say you’re obsessed, even.” He teased, his one hand going to rest on their jaw, his thumb rubbing their cheek.

Y/N’s breath hitched softly, looking up at him once more. “Why did you invite me to the server?” They asked, genuinely wondering why he’d play them like this for 6 long months. Was it for the shits and giggles? Did he want to kill them since day 1? What was it?

“I did it for you. You were starving, so I gave you insatiability…” He begun, his thumb going to their bottom lip. “You wanted inspiration, so I became your muse.” He leaned in teasingly, withdrawing his hand so both arms held them against the wall once more. “You wanted love, darlin’, so I gave you love. Isn’t that everything you wanted?” His voice went to a soft, intimate whisper, it was alluring and sweet, but the manipulation behind it was there too.

“I think you always knew. C’mon, why didn’t you leave? Call the cops? There were so many…opportunities…” He implied, his gaze dropping to Y/N’s lips.

“If I may…I think you’re a little too in love.” His voice remained teasing, insinuating…but he was right. They were too in love to realize his intentions, and they cursed themself for it every second after he dropped the bomb on them, especially because they weren’t even mad at him for it.

He’s the devil. He’s the devil that convinced the world he was a creator. He’s the devil that grants them his every wish. He destroyed them, and rebuilt them in the image he made. He wanted them, and they gave him everything Or is it the other way around?

”I told you, baby. I’m your little wish fulfillment. I’m what you dream of. Isn’t this a story for the ages?” He cooed, leaning in again. He was almost begging for an answer, for something.

“C’mon! Tell me what you want. Do you hate me? Do you love me? Are you gonna kill me? I’ve got a knife, right here.” He pressed it against their neck gently, not pushing to draw blood. “Or are you kissing me, darling? How much do you feel?”

Fuck it, fuck it all. They didn’t care anymore. Their mouth and his met, like destruction, like deliverance, like a dream. He pulled away, laughing as he remained close, the laugh was chilling, it marked something. He laughed like they’re his plaything, like they’re his darling, like he’s expected no less from them. Desperate, Y/N leaned back in, pulling him closer from his jacket. The kiss got messy quick, their arms around his neck, his arms, holding them, cradling them, raising them, he was extremely gentle, and the touch made Y/N gasp into the kiss. He’s deranged. But he’s sweet. He’s a damn serial killer.

But Ronin Beaufort was their serial killer. Theirs to mess with, theirs to tease…theirs to kiss. Nobody else. He had corrupted them in every way, but they couldn’t care anymore. Y/N would gladly be corrupted by Ronin Beaufort ten times over for all they care, as long as it meant being in his arms like this. He pulled away, but stayed close as he murmured these words.

“Oh you’re so pretty when you’re rotten and mine. I think you’re… divine.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you could find a way to make me even prettier…” They mumbled against his lips, teasing him.

“Well, if it's not you with your aorta in my hand…I’m sure I could be creative…” He mumbled back, his teeth biting their lip softly, then his tongue soothing the sting.

“Here…? You’re filthy.”

“What? You don’t wanna be christened with the guts of the hundreds I’ve dragged in here?” He chuckled, grabbing their hand. “Baby it’s late and it��s my alley…everyone knows The Butcher owns this joint, nobody in their right mind would come here.” He whispered in their ear, kissing the spot below their ear, then trailing down their neck. He slipped their shirt to the side to kiss their shoulder, looking up at them like he worshiped them. He left a gentle trail of nibbles on their neck, but bit hard at the sensitive spot below their ear, which will definitely leave a mark.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling…so pretty when you’re mine.” He came back up for another kiss, this time a kiss of yearning and desire. The cool metal of his tongue piercing against their tongue made them shiver. He then sat down on the bench nearby, pulling them down with him onto his lap. Their thighs were on the side of his, moving up to straddle him as they kissed.

“Fuck- Ronin…god I need you so bad.” Y/N exhaled, their voice breathy and desperate.

“No god here Darlin, just your devil…” He purred, tilting their head up to face him. “But…if you need me as much as you say…ill indulge you in that fantasy…though I didn’t take you for the public sex type.” He teased, watching Y/N sink to their knees onto the pavement that contained the sins of Ronin’s past. He watched as they undid his pants, his hand squeezing a small ball in his pocket, which was definitely his pump. Y/N knew he was trans, they also knew that he got all of his gender affirming care by some back alley doctor, but he claims it all worked out without any problems, so no judgement there.

Y/N sat on their knees as they took his dick in their hand, looking up at him. He had the most shit eating grin on his face, he was eating this up…seeing his little writer on their knees begging for his dick, it was so sexy to him. ”Go on.” He urged, his hand going to the back of their head, holding their hair out of the way. He groaned softly as their mouth came into contact with his sensitive flesh…fuck it had been a while since he’d gotten head from someone…last time it was probably Maria if anyone. He kept his hand on their head, letting out an occasional curse or groan as their tongue hit a sensitive spot. pleasureGod he was gonna cum if they kept this up…but he wanted that inside them. Not like they could get pregnant anyways, considering he shoots blanks…fuck he needed that. But he wanted to fuck them with his fingers first, to shove ‘em against a wall and bury his fingers knuckle deep into their cunt. So he did, he pulled them up and shoved them against the wall and pulled their jeans down, he pulled their underwear aside and inserted a finger, curling deep into their g spot to make them moan and beg.

“f-fuck-Ro-baby please-Ronin…” They moaned, grinding into his finger, they then cried out as he unexpectedly shoved in a second.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby…want me to loosen you up, hm? so that I can fuck you nice and deep later?” He cooed, whispering against their ear, his other hand covering their mouth. “Shhh sh sh, you’re so loud baby…they’ll hear us.” He shushed them, still fingering them relentlessly. Their eyes rolled back and their thighs started to tense, and right before they were about to cum, he withdrew his fingers, leaving them empty and aching. They whined as he left them, just for him to shove them onto the wall with their ass facing him.

“Be good and maybe i’ll let you cum, okay baby?” He sneered, making them face him before releasing their head. He lined himself up with their cunt, the area moist with the fluids of their sex…god it was sexy. He loved how they reacted to him, the way they yearned and needed him, it was so raw and primal…he forgot that this was his darling little writer with the way she had been so filthy and needy for him. So, With no warning, he went balls deep into them, fucking them with a relentless, needy pace.

“Oh fuck-jesus christ babe you’re tight…so fucking tight…god you’re gorgeous…” He groaned, pulling on their hair, watching their reaction as he pounded into them with reckless abandon. They looked so good like this, eyes rolled back, moaning like a desperate whore…beautiful. He wanted to ruin them, then build them back up again, and he’d do it as many times as needed.

“Fuck Ro-i’m gonna cum-fuck baby-let me cum.” Y/N moaned, eyes rolling back when he bit their shoulder with his canines.

“Yeah? I think i’ll let ya. You’ve been so good for me baby.” He responded, still groaning and grunting at the pace. Once he heard their moans grow louder and their walls clenching against him, he lost it. He came right there, in their cunt.

“Fuckkkk…god that was awesome…you’re awesome.” He chuckled, pulling out and tucking himself back into his boxers, then slipping his jeans on. He helped them put their shirt on, and once Y/N was dressed, he left a gentle kiss on their lips.

“How about we head to my place and cuddle while watching a movie. You hungry at all? I’ll cook ya something.” He offered, it was oddly sweet, kind of unlike him, but not unwelcome.

“Yeah a bit.” They responded.

“Sweet, me too. Wanna order something?”

“Sounds good.” Then the two began walking off hand in hand to Ronin’s house, where they’d spend the rest of their night in each other's arms. Maybe this meeting wasn’t so bad after all.

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allfearstofallto · 5 months ago

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if you’re still doing the yandere alphabet, could you do E,L,P,T,X, and Y for childe? no worries if not, I love ur writing! <3

I've definitely been wanting to write more of these!! Thank you so much!!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere, obsession, mentions of stalking

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Childe is open. More open than you'd want him to be and more open than you're willing to hear. You tend to not care about his back story or his interests, but he'll tell you regardless and you're forced to listen.

But if you do listen, really listen, really take in what he says, maybe you'll be able to see how much information he omits. Stories he laughs off like they're funny, are traumatizing in nature. The things he says are horrifying, scary in a way that would change a person permanently.

He assures you that no such thing has happened with a playful smile, but you see the subtle twitch of his eyebrow and quiver of his lip. He's truthful, but not completely honest.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Childe is one of the few yanderes who's approach will be different based on where his standing is with you.

Know him as that one guy you met on the streets of Liyue, the one who was rather charming, but also rather persistent about seeing you again and he'll court you proper. The whole nine yards. He'll be the ideal boyfriend, albeit with a few quirks that can be brushed off. Mostly his fierce, protective jealousy and strangely short temper.

Know him as the fatui harbinger? He'll also be just that. It's even worse if you owe money to the northland bank, a debt that he insists that you pay back with your affection rather than money. He won't even attempt to hide his true nature. You already know who he is and what he's capable of. Rather, he'll try to force you to fall in love with the real him, by any means necessary.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Patient as a fighter, patient at heart. Childe isn't inherently cruel. At least to you he's not. He'll give you time, space, conversation, whatever he thinks you may need to make you more comfortable. But that isn't him being generous. His patience comes with the expectation that you'll eventually fall into the role expected of you.

Refuse or even worse, actively fight him after all the kindness he's given you and you won't see that tolerance anymore. Expectations are higher with harsher consequences if not done when he wants, exactly how he wants.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh, does he hate that crying face of yours. He can't stand to see you sad, let alone actually sobbing. Each tear rolling down your cheek is like a stab to his heart, he can hardly bear the agony.

He's quick to console you when you cry, especially when he's the one who caused it. Although he can't help, but notice you tend to cry harder when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. Even though he hates your tears, he hates the disdain you have for him more.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Worship is a strong word. Childe loves you. Adores you. He does put you on a bit of a pedestal, believing you to be better than most people. But worship? Worship is a bit much.

Childe doesn't feel like he has to win you over. The depraved side of him believes he already owns you. Of course, you also own him as well, if you so desire. But because of that, his actions has him seeing you as almost an equal. Almost. There are still times where he loses himself in the desperation and desire to have you completely.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Like a fish needs water, like a man needs air, Childe yearns for you in a way that's animalistic in nature. Childe knows about you long before you know about him.

“Snapping” is a term that can't entirely be used for him because of this. You can't really lose it if it was never really there. The second he saw you, the second he felt the way he did, the way you made his heart pound the same way it would if he were to be thrust into the throes of a fierce battle, he's already plotting how he plans to take you.

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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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ACOTAR men x reader, meeting your parents

𐙚 summary: the acotar men meet ur parents for the first time, how will it go?

𐙚 warnings: crack, fluff

𐙚 amara’s note: thank u sm for the req anon!!💗 i need cassian so bad i’m not joking 🙁 | based on this req

Rhysand

okay so in my mind there are two ways this could go

either ur parents are scared shitless bc of him or they absolutely adore him

They’re real scared if your parents live in the Hewn City and have only seen Rhysand’s bad side, you know, when he was with Amarantha and just seemed like a real jerk overall

The part where they adore him would come into play if your parents lived in Velaris and witnessed Rhysand's true self, not the facade he presents to his court, but the genuine person behind the mask

I think he would act very nonchalant and act like its a casual thing meeting your parents but he is shitting himself behind the facades

He's just really eager for your parents to like him, so he ends up accidentally over-complimenting your mom, which might make your dad a bit irked.

“Mrs. L/N, your beauty is as radiant as the stars. And your cooking is absolutely divine,” he has a hand on his heart, his famous smirk playing on his lips

“Aw, thank you so very much Rhysand, how very kind of you. I’m glad you like it!” your mom beams at him sweetly

“Alright, Rhysand, let's not get carried away,” your dad mutters, staring daggers at rhys as he gets drags your moms chair closer to him

After a while they grow to love him and your father’s distaste for him lessens

Azriel

it’s kind like rhysand’s situation, your parents score is based on how much they know about him

okay, so if ur parents know he’s the scary night court torturer and spymaster who does dangerous things for his work, he might not be very well liked. not only that but they would be genuinely worried and very scared

but if they only know he works for the high lord, i believe the chance of liking him is big

I think azriel’s calm aura when he’s with you makes him very likeable and trustworthy

Your parents see how much he cares for you, the little things he does for you and they approve

they see the small things he does, like this vid right here

Azriel is actually so fucking nervous, he stalks your parents before meeting them. He knows what your dad likes and he knows what your mom likes. Azriel brings their interests up casually in conversations and see how their faces light up

of course you know about all of this but you let him think he’s slick

Eris

Just like rhys and az, it depends on how much they know ab him.

If this is pre berons death eris, they will probably not like him bc of the way he presents himself

I still think Eris is charming and will win over your parents

He’s an expert on charming people and he uses it when he meets ur parents

he is very respectful, tho not very talkative. He speaks when spoken to basically

He gets very nervous when he is asked questions about your relationship bc if there’s one thing he loves it’s privacy

Eris is super vague, i’m talking one word answer for everything

“So how did you meet?”

“at a meeting.”

“Okay! so whats the story?”

“we fell in love.”

Absolutely melts when ur parents decide to like him bc he has never had any parental figure like him that much except for his mom and he is very happy on the inside when ur parents love him

literally thinks of ur parents as his after a while

Lucien

He is extremely well liked, like right off the bat, they love him

We all now he is prythian’s most charming male

is the type to say “wow i see where my girl gets her beauty from” to your mom and “you raised her well, she is very smart” to your dad

I swear he will flirt with anyone. your brother, your sister, your mom, your dad

he brings gift baskets whenever u visit them and it’s always personalized gifts too

your younger siblings always greet him before you bc they think he’s wayyyyy cooler than u

he just basks in the attention bc slowly ur family basically adopts him and he becomes part of the family very quickly they all love him

Goes on walks with your parents, bakes with them, talks to them, literally becomes their fav in a heartbeat making u a lil jelly

This is SO him and ur mom LINK

Cassian

awww😭 bless his heart he is so awkward

he is so adamant about being liked, he goes all out

i’m talking gets a suit, shaves and gels his hair back even though you say it’s really not that deep

sweating bullets, wings drooping a tiiiiiny amount. not noticeable to anyone but himself

anyway

cassian knocks on the door w flowers for ur mom and his hands are literally sweating

absolutely doesn’t let you touch him in a romantic way. he literally swats of your hand on his bicep, “bae, we can’t do that right here, are you crazy??” he says in ur mind, looking around to see of anyone saw that super scandalous touch

at the dinner table he almost knocks over a glass and drops a fork on the floor

his tie is too tight and he carefully tugs on it for air until you decide it’s too much and take him to your childhood bedroom

“Cas, are you okay? They love you so much, there is really no need to be this nervous.”

“Are you sure they like me? Be honest.”

“Baby, I promise you, if they didn’t, you would know. Now get rid of this tie, pop a button and relax, let me get you a drink.”

After you kiss him and get him a drink, he calms down and goes back to his normal non nervous, lovely self

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threepandas · 7 months ago

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Bad End: Loyalties

Did you know? That one of the unexpected benefits to being reborn, with your memories intact, is that you carry your first life's cultural taboos with you? All your knowledge, all your superstitions, every horror movie you've ever so much as glanced at. Like a dowry, brought with you, into this, your new life.

You end up not giving as much weight, to local superstitions. Especially the ones you know are not true. How? Well, sometimes? In the mad, random, overwhelming blur of the Cosmos? You end up in a Reality that to YOU? Was once fiction. Living in a snapshot of that world's history, as it plays out. Just as it was prophesied.

It's kinda disorienting. But? You get used to it.

Though you DO have to make a choice. Quickly. And decide where in that prophecy you want to stand. After all... there are many ways it could go. It WAS a "game". A story of romance. That other's lives would be impacted? That nations might rise or fall? That people could and will DIE? Oh, that is irrelevant! Isn't it?

They are young.

In LOVE.

Obviously, I could not risk my life on such irresponsible grounds. Plant my flag and swear loyalty, to such fickle hearts. I would die. They would get me killed, for their love story. No... No, what I needed? Was something stable. Selfish. Someone who would claim, but would KEEP.

I needed someone who rewarded loyalty. Someone who praised cleverness. Protected his own. Had (and would again) kill any who set untoward eyes upon those who served him. Someone guaranteed to survive until the end. Machiavellian, scheming. A soft and twisting word. Whispered kindly, in so many, many ears.

The power behind whichever throne he chooses.

Most Senior Royal Advisor, Iwamoto Nobutoshi. My boss. Or, really, Master I guess. Boss was for gangsters. Which was still weird for me. Part of me still twitched violently, every time I said the word "master". My brain insisting, it was either a sex thing or a slavery thing, and that I should respond with Immediate Violence at being told to call anyone that.

Yeah... there ARE downsides to keeping your memories. It really is a mixed bag, all told.

But, hey! All those horror movies I've seen in passing? Scary Horror-Terror Stuff I've absorbed through cultural osmosis? Has been really coming in handy, not gonna lie. So has my understanding of what constitutes "psychological warfare" and "mindfuck-y, liminal, torment".

It should NOT be as cathartic as it is? But... not gonna lie. I've gotten weirdly GOOD at this. Learned to become one with the shadows. Sneak into and out of places, I rightfully should not BE. Usually with a bucket of animal blood from a butcher's. Occasionally, if I KNOW they have someone who can test it? I get the bucket from the morgue.

Which? Is gross as FUCK. And disrespectful. But I have to believe they'd be totally down for fucking with some Evil Rich Assholes. Plus I donate funds to their family's anonymously. So I like to think it balances out? Still don't like to do it, though. I feel like the longer I've been here, the more my morals have chipped away...

Where was I? Right! Tonight's "art"!

I forget where that quote was from, exactly? But? It was true. People do not look up nearly enough. Worse yet, most manors around here? Had attics and weird pockets in their ceilings, with easy access to the floors below. I had? Gotten past? SO many patrols this way. So, SO many.

Frankly, an ALARMING number of patrols.

I'd taken to putting traps in the ceiling, back home.

What I was aiming for, here, was the private rooms. Not the hallway outside the private rooms, oh no, those would be patrolled to hell and back. But inside. Plus? It would have that added, spicy, "we can get you where you sleep" fear factor. And? Having their oh so TRUSTED, highly trained gaurds? See NOTHING? Perfect~

Cause? We? Were doing a good ol fashioned "Sins of The Past" Haunting!

The trick, if you don't actually have any good oppo-research available? Is to be vague, yet aim for things you do know about them. Let them fill in the blanks. Such as? The VERY convenient deaths of Lord Jackass's other brothers, which cleared HIS way towards power. There's no PROOF of any wrong doing... but~? Guilty hearts DO tend to tell on themselves~!

Slinking down the rope ladder silently, into the frankly hideously overdecorated room. I got to work. On silent feet, I began to set the stage. Furniture, lifted and silently stacked, around the snoring Lord and his equally unconscious wife. Expensive pottery, covered in a thick and padded bag, before it is struck.

As though some silent blast of power had gone off. Each piece, placed right back where it had been, now broken, on the floor. Next? The most time consuming, but subtle, one. Also the one that would spread farthest as gossip. Using a custom made seam ripper, tear out the eyes of every example of his family's crest on his clothes. On his bedding.

Yes, ALSO on the robe he wore to bed. That one takes very gentle movement. Very nerve-wracking, not gonna lie. You gotta go slow. Once you DO? Good ol "tears of blood." Just paint it right on the cloth, let it stain. As though the crests were weeping.

THEN, you paint the room in nicely vague horror movie script.

"Brother. Why?" "We know. We know EVERYTHING. How could you?" "We are tired of waiting, join us. Join us Brother." "We are witness, a shame upon our blood."

And other such gems! Plus the good ol hands scrambling, covered in blood, to a point in the center of the room. Put a round painters cloth down, and~? Gently sift ash and bone dust (I dried up bones from the kitchens, then ground um! Also great for gardening.) over the floor. Step UP, to my ladder, kit away, grab the cloth, and? Off we go!

Room successfully haunted.

Couldn't happen to a nicer asshole, really. Is it a BIT much? Yeah, probably. People lose their SHIT. I apparently have "a talent", according to my teammates. Which is nonsense. It's all B-grade horror move nonsense and house of horrors gross outs. Visceral ick. But it's NEW here, so I guess that counts? Even if I am plagiarizing the FUCK out of somebody.

Thankfully, though, dispite my "talent"? Master Iwa- ...No, wait, didn't he tell me recently to call him by his name? Uncomfy. A good sign, obviously, but... uncomfy. Don't Like that he knows who I am. I was aiming for, you know, mid rank? Not disposable but pretty forgetable? But now I have a Useful Skill. Have proven to be INTELLIGENT.

Fuck, I even made the mistake of cleaning up and organizing PAPERWORK. You know, paperwork? A thing you would have to READ and MAKE SENSE OFF, to be able to organize? Have to create some kind of workable and efficient system, by WHICH to sort? I thought it was an assistants! Not HIS!

One fuck up is all it takes.

He will find you, he WILL rip the secrets out of you, and yes! He WILL smile pleasantly the entire fucking time! It's horrifying! Kinda cool! I'm pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes! Ha ha... Holy SHIT.

Right, where...? Right! My "talent"! Master Nobutoshi? Big on "right piece for the right purpose". Yeah, you could FORCE people to go against their ideals, their beliefs, their very nature... but you can only do so, for so long. Fear fades. Pain can be overcome. Not everyone fears death.

He regards it as foolish, inefficient, to drag and force and scream.

No, no! He? Oh, he merely... suggests. A softly spoken recommendation. A guiding hand, to show you, the best use of your skills. And if that guidance just so happens to serve his interests? Well... what a wonderful coincidence~ How fortuitous.

Heavy hands get broken. Snapped at and slapped away. But a gentle touch? A little nudge? Sweet whispers in your ear? That tell you what you want to hear? Guide you where HE wants you to be? Well, THAT is so much harder to notice, isn't it. So, SO much harder to fight.

I chose pretty well, I like to think. Because no matter the game? He'll come out on top. Probably laugh, as all the other players, dance to his tune. Who WOULDN'T want to be on his team? His team wins.

And winning? Means I survive.

Dropping off my kit in the shed at the back of the Iwamoto guest residence gardens (where, should it be found, the presence of such things could be blamed on unscrupulous guests), I trudge back towards the servants quarters. I'm tired and filthy. It's the kind of late? Where it's flipped right around to become early.

Luckily, me and my teammates plan ahead, so there is a still moderately warm bath waiting for me. God bless Aiko and all she stands for. For this? I'll even carry her back to our room. Since, once again, she's decided "fuck it" and just curled up on the stack of towels. Doesn't even fit. She just shoved her upper body in the cubby and called it good.

I snort and step over her. Get my fuckin bath. Late night shifts are the worst. But we all take um. I focus on getting clean, grabbing my passed out lump of a roommate, and heading to bed. Fucker drools on me. Snorkels right in my ear. Takashi laughs silently as we pass him, hold the door for me. Seems to be heading out as we head in.

Master Iwamoto's shadow network never truely sleeps, after all.

Always someone doing something.

Dumping us both in our beds, I greatfully pass out. Do not dream. Greet near mid-day as my dawn, ready to start it all over again. Up, a quick bath, dressed and ready to go. Nothing to seem here but us identical servants. We go in shifts. All the better to be as disorienting as possible, to outsiders.

Everyone who looks like each other? Grouped on a shift. Taught to use make up to make themselves even MORE indistinguishable. We pick someone about in the middle, appearance wise, of each group, as the Standard. Everyone is to copy them. For my group, it's me.

I pick up the whispers and news, that have been collected since this mornings report. Second one of the day. At least, second one when we're not on "war" footing. As I walk, I glance down. Technically not supposed to read these, but I'm fairly sure he knows I do at least read the top page. Is amused by it. I'd have seen punishment otherwise. Or removed from delivery.

Oooh~ lookie THERE! How SCARY~☆! It appears someone was HAUNTED last night! By the ghosts of their dead brothers, you say? Angry ancestors, you say? Wife hysterical? Fled to her parents house? Sister, in tears, before the king? Oh my, oh my~!

I struggle not to grin. That would give the game away. Me? Reading something I'm not supposed too? I would NEVER. He he he~

Casually weaving through other servants, I keep reading. Climbing stairs and ducking down halls. Huh. Wait a second... slowing, I step to the side of the covered walkway. Re-read that last paragraph. Near the end of the page? Is something... strange. Not right.

I REMEMBER the Plot.

Made SURE I would remember. Wrote it down, then again and again. Memorized it, like my life literally depended on it, while it was still somewhat fresh in my mind. Because, frankly, it DID depend on it. Even now? Decades later? I can recite it by rote.

So why? Pray tell? Did our blushing Protagonist? Have a BROTHER.

Furthermore, why the FUCK have I not NOTICED this before?

Glancing around, I see far too many watchful eyes, to properly investigate. So I straighten. Pleasant, vague, expression in place. I walk forward. In no hurry at all. Definitely going to deliver these papers. Certainly not delaying in the slightest. Nothing to see here, everyone! Go about, what you were. We are all friends here, RIGHT?

I step into the building at the far end of the covered pathway. Resist diving into the first room available. That? Would be too predictable. I go for the THIRD. One quick grab, slide, and side-step? And~? Poof! Like I was never there. Servant? WHAT servant? These halls are EMPTY. You're clearly seeing things... are you okay?

Immediately, I lift the reports. Well, immediate after a look around the room, of course. Don't want to get CAUGHT. Flipping to the second page, I start reading. What's this about a Brother? What BROTHER?! There IS no BROTHER!

....except there IS.

Somehow.

And HE? Is a very, VERY clever man. One who lived quietly. Like a ghost. After the failed assassination attempt that nearly killed him and his mother. Wait a- ...failed? That sounds...? Familiar.

I have to close my eyes and think, to remember. Lean my head back and let my brain churn. It's... obscure. A tiny detail, mentioned offhand. Single line of dialog, in only one of the routes. Not even the MAIN routes. But one of the Secret ones, that you have to unlock... in the... collectors? Edition? I think? There was that play through video, right? We were eating... a noodle dish of some kind...

Fuck, I can't remember it. Not fully.

But I remember ENOUGH.

I REMEMBER? That it WASN'T a FAILED attempt. That Protagonist-chan's family didn't talk about them. For vaguely plot relevant reason. There was healing and good vibes. Follow your dreams, kids. Buy now. Etc etc...

He... survived? How? Damn it. Doesn't say. But... shit. He's cause a LOT of trouble, isn't he? And it looks like he's kind... railroading his sister into a specific route. That, or keeping her from emotionally cheating on her fiancée. Can't tell. Haven't met her. Looks like he's also patented a few... is that a fucking WHISK? Holy shit. These are all early industrial revolution!

Looking up from the reports, I stare blankly into space. Is... is the Protagonist's brother... ALSO a Reincarnator? What do I do with that? Do I contact him? Say "hello"? "I'm here too"? I thought I was... was completely alone in this world. But of all the places he could BE. Smack dap RIGHT in the middle of all the action?! Holy SHIT.

I'm going to have to think about this. A LOT.

Correcting the reports, I step back into the hallways. Casual as you please. Continue on my way, even as my mind churns and churns. Why is he gathering allies? Why hide for so long? Is he counting on his sister's plot armor to carry over? Or does he have actual military training? He's amassing loyalists. For WHAT?

And the reports said he's searching for something. Seem to suggest that WE are keeping it AWAY from him. What are we hiding? Protecting?

People? Resources? A mine?

I reached Master Nobutoshi's study, in his private wing. The halls quite, as only the most elite and trusted servants were allowed to travel here. Kneeling, I knocked on the door frame, waited to be acknowledged.

Receiving an almost absent-minded acknowledgement, I slide open the door.

Framed by delicately painted screen and thickly stuffed book shelves, Iwamoto Nobutoshi was, as always, the very picture of an elite scholar. Beautiful and refined. Slow and deliberate in movements, as though each had been pondered and found acceptable. I had never met a man more graceful. Not in this life, not in the last.

To my right, the sliding door to the gardens were open. Giving a picturesque view of summer, as it faded into fall. To the left, painted screens. Done by some Master's hand. With a splendid level of detail that still caught me off gaurd, even now. There were birds, in those painted trees! Had there always been? I wished I could look closer.

Nonetheless, I respectfully offered the reports for perusal.

"Right on time. This One had begun to worry." He said as he set aside his brush, smile mild as ever, even as his eyes swiftly cataloged each new discrepancy. There were several. "Bruises. Did the new padding in your suit, not sufficiently protect? This One will be most displeased if we have been lied too. We were promised it would."

No, and that was the thing, wasn't it? My kit? Had never been better. But... I had been damn near ambushed on my way TOO my job. Had to take evasive maneuvers. Do a LOT more parkour then I was comfortable with. Those fuckers had been... persistent. Weirdly so. Which made no sense, since they didn't seem affiliated with anyone I recognized.

"Oh?" The question was less a question and more a flat note of outrage. He held a hand out for the reports, began to read. "How... interesting. They certainly seem to be getting bold. This One begins to wonder. If he has perhaps been too kind, that they would see fit to harrass his-"

An ominous silence fills the room as he cuts off mid-sentence, as his eyes find something on the page he's reading. He has gone utterly still. The gentle curl of smoke from his pipe, wafting around him like the warning trails of a dragon. The deadly hidden embers of a forest fire, flaring up. His pleasant smile had frozen upon his face. Like a mask.

"He certainly does love to push his luck, does he? Make demands, for things he has no right too. Things which are ours." The words weren't even so much addressed to me? As the were a hissed accusation, towards the report in his hand. Someone, somewhere, seemed REALLY dead set on pissing Master Nobutoshi off.

Honestly? That seemed really unwise, but it's their funeral... I guess...?

Master Nobutoshi turns so suddenly I only barely avoid flinching. Jumping like a newbie. He's doing that "pick you apart at the seems" stare again. Looking into my soul. I remain politely deferential, patient, as I wait for him to work through his thoughts. He rises from his desk. Elegant and prowling, as he stalks towards me. Gaze intense, fixated. I... I am missing something.

"Tell me, my loyal little shadow. What would you do? If some... upstart, dared begin to covet, that which was yours? Started panting after your dearly beloved trusted, like a filthy dog? Trying to steal them away? Would you take that? Tolerate such disrespect? I... This One... can not imagine you would."

"You are so very loyal. So diligent. You serve me not for fame or glory, power nor wealth. You ask for so little, offer so much. I would give the world to you. My precious, loyal, little shadow. Forever by my side. No doubt, we shall grow old together. That they would covet you? The audacity is unthinkable."

Soft yet warrior calloused hands, come up to cup my cheeks. And... ah. Yeah. T-That's pretty fucking CLEAR on what I'm missing. My boss? Has a thing for me? Crush? Or... or is it "is in love with"? W-what was that about people coveting?! Hold on! Roll things back a second! What's happening?! I never thought I was blind... about apparently I need a stick and some GLASSES.

Because there is "missed some subtext" and then there's "dude, how do you miss the silent war with guerrilla tactics, right fucking IN FRONT OF YOU?!", so like? Either I was being DELIBERATELY kept seperate? Or... actually? No. That actually sound exactly like what probably happened. An information diet.

FUCK.

Before I could decide how, exactly, I felt about that? The same door I had entered through, opened again. This time sharply and with an audible snap. Dragging urgently along it's tracks and hitting its end, in a way the delicate crafting had never been meant for. I swear it nearly cracked. Alarmed, I spun, breaking free of Master Nobutoshi's hold on my face, to face whoever was at the door.

Aiko.

Shouldn't she be near the front gates? "Sweeping" and listening to gossip for the Shadows? How. Why!? My eyes catch on slowly spreading red. Stark against her... our uniform, she's hurt. Badly. Gripping her side and the door frame like it's the only thing still holding her up. Her face ashy pale and sweating with terrible pain. Eyes determined. Her jaw set in that stubborn, stubborn grit.

"Master. You need to leave. Now! They...!" She wavers, starting to blackout from the pain, before forcing it back. "They've attacked! We're holding them back. A-As best as we c..can! Please! Lord Iwamoto, I BEG you! You must go! If you don't survive this, then everything is lost!"

As if to underline the terrible wait of her words, an explosion goes off, shaking the austere foundations of the ancient house in which I serve. My mind immediately flits and races along the emergency protocols. W-was that one of ours? Did we..? No. No, we would have... DID set up barricades. This is our house. We've already trapped it.

They are the ones who brought explosives.

You don't bring things like those, if you plan to leave survivors. You bring those? When you plan to make EXAMPLES. Aiko is right. We have to go. Now. Heart hurting, I nod to my roommate, one of my best friends, and know that this is it. I will likely never see her again, alive. There are... so many goodbyes, words, I wish I had time to say.

In the look she shoots me? I see the same.

We knew this might come.

Just... just hoped it never would.

My boss's crush can wait. His LIFE is more important. I turn and reach for him, to guide him towards the screens, leading deeper into his wing. Get to him easily. But do not get more then two steps before an arm, like steel, is suddenly around my waist and jerking me back.

Jerking US back. Towards the wall of scrolls and decorative pieces, that sat behind Master Nobutoshi's desk. Startled, my gaze shoots down to see Master Nobutoshi's arm, unhesitating and possessive, wrapped around my waist. There is... a lot more muscle under those flowing robes, then I ever suspected. But-?

I do not even have time to think, to ponder, the question before it is violently answered. The masterfully painted screens, that I had long admired, smashing and tearing as bodies crash through them.

Takashi, dead on the floor, sword still in hand. Around him, his teammates dying, as they still tried to by their Lord even a few moments more, to escape. The large, ever polite Shadow, a man who had been like a brother to me... dumped upon the ground like little more then trash. To be tossed aside and discarded. Stepped over, on some other man's campaign.

His blood mixed with the ruins of the Hunting Tiger screen. Two proud, quietly noble wonders, destroyed. It had been his favorite.

Aiko howled with rage and grief. Threw herself into the fight.

We had been family.

I turned, away, hating myself for it. Knowing it's what they would want. Tears threatened but I could not let them come. Not... not yet. Not yet. There was an emergency exit. Where? Where!? I remembered it. I knew, I knew it! But the grief was muddling my mind, making it slow. Damn it. DAMN IT! WHERE WAS IT!!!??

Master Nobutoshi reached past me. Gripping the hilt of decorative sword, he lifted and drew. It.. it was not decorative. Merely disguised. A masterwork blade. It sang ominously as it cut through the air, entering the scene. Then... a face, breathe, pressed to the side of my head. Like.. like a lover? A terrible discordance, in this already awful event.

"Behind the Three Mountains and a Shrine, My Love. I will be with you shortly."

I froze. The world froze, for all it continued, around me. Distantly... I felt Master Nobutoshi loosen his grip, after... after one last possessive squeeze. Let go. Felt him turn away, as he faced the room. But... but that was... he.... he had....

W-was that? I-Informal? A..And WHAT did he call m-!?

My hand, shaking, found the right scroll. Somehow. Without my numb, panicking mind, they moved dispite me. Somehow determined to keep me alive, dispite my shock. I flicked the right switch. Disarmed the traps in the order they needed to be. And... click. There was the trap door. Our... our way out...

I stared. Blankly. W.. what was I supposed to..? Do?

Was I finally... in shock? That's... probably not good. Bad, actually. I should... should move. There are swords here. It's...? Dangerous? Yes. Dangerous. Bad. I need too... too think. Cry, maybe. Somewhere... not loud. With... with no... no swords.

Stumbling. Stiffly. Like my body was not my own anymore, I knelt. Hands clumsy and far away, I struggled with the trap door. Finally got it. People were... were fighting. Hurting. I... I didn't want to be here anymore. Didn't want to be ANYWHERE anymore. I... I wanted it to stop.

Why? Why wouldn't they all just... just STOP.

Aiko. Takashi. My teammates. Who else? Who else was hurt? G-gone? I was... was supposed to be SAFE. This was supposed to be SAFE. I worked so hard. Compromised and compromised, pushed myself down, and made myself fit. I worked and worked and WORKED, until I had nothing LEFT, b... because this was supposed to be SAFE!!!

I... I was supposed to b-be...!

"Iwamoto!" A voice roared above the chaos and fighting. "Where is She?! I know you're keeping her somewhere!"

Like a lions roar, some primal part of my brain demanded I pay attention. Now. Dragging, with brutal claws, my fragile mind, from its drifting cloud of numbness. One leg already on the steps to the escape tunnel, I turned, and... with horror? Realized I was to blame. For... for ALL of this.

Because? There, in armor, stood the Protagonist's brother. Surrounded by his men, with his sister safely at home, what other SHE could he POSSIBLY mean? If not the one? That ALSO remembers? H...He killed Aiko. Takashi. For THIS?

Monster.

Oh god, he.. he was a MONSTER.

Master Nobutoshi and the Reincarnator squared off. Swords drawn, men at their back. Already, so many were dead. So many I had known. Had worked with. My friends. Just... just pawns, between two powerful men. Dizzy, I realized, they... they hadn't even glanced at them. Didn't even seem to SEE them. Just... just more fodder. For their grand campaigns.

"You know?" Nobutoshi all but purred, as he clashed blades with his opponent. "I really must thank you. You helped me realize, the true worth of the gem I possessed. And, once you're dealt with? I will no longer need to hide her in obscurity. With you dead, little rat, I can finally have her, in every way that matters."

"She'll be a beautiful bride." His grin was a savage thing, full of baring teeth.

The Protagonist's brother raged. A lion, a mountain, and a warlord. Fury twisting what were, no doubt, handsome features into something horrifying. Blade work swift and brutal. How many of my friend's blood? Still painted that blade? Still stained his armor? He dressed himself like he thought he was the hero. He was destroying the only home I had known, for these past decades.

"Pervert! You disgusting CREEP! You think you can just imprison women until they love you?! I always knew there was something wrong with you, but this? This take the cake, you FREAK! I'm getting her out of here! Stopping your schemes! Once and for all!" The Brother roared, something unhinged in his eyes. A lifetime of isolation at last, too much, now that relief might finally be at hand. "You'll never understand her! You CAN'T understand her! Not like me! She was MADE FOR ME! We're supposed to be in this TOGETHER! And I WON'T let you keep me from her ANY LONGER, YOU FREAK!"

They couldn't see anyone but each other, as they fought. Brutal. Savage. Singing blades and madness. Around the room, the two sides clashed. Died. Pointlessly, at the command of their Lords. Sitting at the entrance to the escape route, I could see Aiko from here. Takashi. Both dead, gone, where just this morning we had been joking over our plans for an upcoming festival. We... we were going to hit up the candy booths first. Double back to store our loot. Then enjoy the festivities.

It was a good plan. I was going to pretend... that... that I didn't notice Aiko, stealing all the sour plum candies. I hated them. She loved them. But would never take them if I offered. O.. only fun if she could sneak um. Takashi would save me my favorites. Wasn't much of a sweets guy.

Gone...

All gone.

And for what? Because I "belonged" to the Brother? Because Master Nobu-...no. Because Iwamoto Nobutoshi, picked a FIGHT? All I wanted was to be safe. Live quietly. No plot. No drama. No chaos. Just... just market days and laundry, sweeping and helping make dumplings. Weeding the gardens. Napping with kids and cats. Slowness and the shifting of seasons.

A life, unremarkable.

I looked down into the escape tunnel. Dark, long, and to somewhere unknown.

They did not notice me leave.

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rootspiral · 6 months ago

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

EPISODE EIGHT. fasten your seat belts, get ready for some turbulence, nobody panic. things are going to become fucking sad, but you're going to be okay. yay?

for a fleeting moment at the beginning of the episode you get the mad hope that alice survived - that rio is going to spare her, somehow

but the camera keeps spinning, keeps spinning, and we're upside down. this show is so good at evoking uncanny vibes with simple practical effects. not to mention the great callback to lilia flipping the room at the end of last episode. we are on the other side now, we're not in kansas anymore.

and this is of course rio collecting alice's soul, and it's where she disappeared to at the end of episode 5. I find rio's choices here so brilliant, because we know that she chooses the way she appears to souls. she is not being mean per se, she's woken alice up so gently and she's talking in a soft voice. but she looks fucking scary too, there is no questioning who she is or what she's doing here. indeed alice doesn't question her former companion being the grim reaper. it's like, rio is willing to go slow, but alice still needs to know right away that there is no escape.

alice's quiet devastation as she sees her own dead body. as much as I would have liked to see lilia walk away with her Death, I'm so glad we got alice instead. lilia died on her own terms and on such a high note. alice's story needed to take one last breath. literally.

this whole scene to me perfectly encapsulates the message of the show. beautiful, strong alice, alive one moment and gone the next, just like that. how can one come to terms with that?

words that sound mocking, but aren't. it's like accusing the ocean or the stars of being cruel. nature doesn't carry any ill intent, it simply exists.

but look what happens next. rio's smile fades at alice's despair. because rio is a willing agent of nature and balance, but also - and that's the brilliancy and tragedy of this character - rio is capable of love. she has an impossible job and she's damn good at it, but it takes a toll. she bent the rules of nature once, for the one person she loves more than the universe itself. she won't go that far for anybody else, but she has gotten to know alice, she felt true companionship with her - alice's loss is hurting on a personal level.

I've seen so many 'alice's death doesn't sit right with me' takes. YEAH, YOU THINK?!! alice's death is AWFUL. she lived all her life under this horrible curse and died one moment after liberating herself. all her hopes, all her goodness, all her potential, gone. it's MONSTROUS. it's UNFAIR.

it is monstrous that people (and children, dear god, children!) die all the time of disease, or wars, accidents, calamities. go scream at the sky about it. see if it answers back.

you died protecting someone. it's so matter-of-factly.

have you ever watched blade runner 2049? (if you haven't major spoilers ahead). ryan gosling's character, a replicant, believes he might be special, a chosen one, but turns out he was just a cog in the machine. he dies protecting harrison ford who is of course the real hero of the story. the bittersweet implication being that he didn't die in vain, that no matter how small his role in the overarching story, his life mattered and is worth remembering. but he still died alone and bleeding under the snow. it's a much bleaker message than the sweeping hero tales of old, but is not completely devoid of hope.

rio wishes to give alice's brief existence some closure, some meaning. alice died selflessly, doing something she truly believed in: isn't that worth something?

and yet. alice is still dead, all of rio's good intentions won't spare her. we do need to be kind to each other and uphold our humanity in the face of tragedy, even if it hurts like a bitch, even if it won't change a thing. be kind, if you find the strength for it. create meaning where there isn't. it's all we have in common. it's all we can do.

alice visibly recoils at rio's words. they're not enough, nothing is ever going to be enough.

and that's why I think rio had to look so damn scary in this scene, even if she's being patient and so gentle under the circumstances. her role as Death has to come before her personal feelings, that is her job and her choice.

oh, alice. my sweet alice.

lilia saw Death coming and went willingly. alice said no and cried as she stepped through the threshold. again, I am SO glad we were shown this. she wasn't as brave as lilia, but I dare you to call her a coward or to love her any less.

GOD jen's ear-piercing SCREAM. what did I just say about lilia's death being better? screw that. death is an equalizer. nobody is spared.

jen has held it together so far. eyes on the prize, no pity for anyone else involved. look at her crumble.

billy is speechless. this is the third time he has known grief in however many hours, and each time worse than the previous one. he has lost all of his innocence. and the light, the light. everything is green, it's rio, rio, rio.

remember when agatha was so afraid of Death in episode 3 that she tried to break a glass window, and everybody laughed? so funny, wasn't it?

and here she is, fucking terrified, running through green light.

and then she sees her.

your coven is shrinkiiiiiiing. oh it's so nice to finally see her with her crown. I pray and hope to see agatha wearing a crown some day.

first alice, now lilia. I love that it's so heavy, I love all the implications. it was never only about agatha trying to avoid an ex. it's what rio represents, it's what rio did to alice and lilia.

it's what she did to nicky.

except it wasn't her! she's just the ferryman! and if anyone, agatha killed alice and lilia! we just saw rio's heart ache for alice as she collected her soul! they're both lashing out at each other because they can't handle this impossible heaviness between them. agatha is being cruel because she's in pain. rio is being cruel because she's in pain. it's such a mess.

this is all I have in me tonight, fuck this show is too much. and we've just started the episode! there is a lot to unpack, the closer I look at things the sadder it gets.

go to episode 8 part 2

#agatha all along #agatha deep dive #alice wu gulliver #rio vidal #agatha harkness #jennifer kale #billy maximoff #character study #death tw #grief tw #mortality tw

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strawberry-spectre · 8 days ago

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Critiques I have for the 2025 comic (i have too much to say </3)

TLDR: The plot for this comic is incredibly similar to last year's comic, it’s just ‘Val has a problem/insecure, Spell schemes to fix it, true love the solution’. It’s an okay story but the execution this year feels childish, and Valentine is so ooc in this it’s almost painful to read.

CHARACTER:

Val being unsure of his powers and stealing love makes sense, but not to this degree given the current situation. We alr explored how he feels abt his powers in his diary and the 2 comics and how he’s come to terms with being an emotional vamp and what it means for him, including the fact that true love (doesn’t have to be romantic) is what truly fulfils him so I don’t understand why we’re going through the same journey but worse all over again.

He seems so conflicted with being an emotional vamp and feeding off emotions in this comic like wasn’t there a whole section in his diary dedicated to how "real love sustains you; I have to be true to myself even tho it’s scary" etc. I understand that progress is difficult and you’re gonna go back to your past habits from time to time and yes Valentine realizing that he’s actually in love and coming to terms w/ that is a compelling story but this is not a self-discovery journey.

Spelldon and Whisp are swopping in bc they alr know what’s up and setting up a scheme to make Val realise that ‘lol u emotional vamps feed off emotions’ LIKE WHYS HE ALWAYS GETTING SAVED BY SOMEONE ELSE</333 In the first comic, we had Spelldon set up a plan to get Val to talk abt his feelings and now it's just the same thing but add Whisp to the mix?? Also, her being the mysterious shadow man is so anticlimactic but it’s nothing horrible.

They’re putting too much emphasis on the boyfailure part of him like it was funny when it was every once in a while, but it feels like this entire comic was him being silly, oblivious and not able to do anything himself.

In wdgfil we see him scheming so he can get all the hearts he thinks he wants, in I Only Have Eye for You comic he also thinks of multiple (albeit not that well thought out but still worked out so I’ll count it) plans to try and bring couples together (like bro literally made a deal with a sea witch EXCUSE ME?????), in 2024 comic he’s also capable of thinking of solutions to his ‘problem’ (yes he asks Spell for help but still) but in 2025 comic he’s completely just ‘oh no! Spelldon loves me! Whisp whatever shall I do :( ‘.

2025 Val has completely lost his charm, wit, resilience and emotional depth for a basically regressed back to pre-diary him. It is as if the writers are trying to rewrite his story the same way Frankie is now with Johnny, Dracula’s dead, Cleo’s no longer with the main ghouls etc. Like even his colour palate is different what happened to the black, red Three Cheers era Gerard Way aesthetic him? Why is he rose-pink? (not that I mind it's just a nit-pick)

I don’t like how they constantly have Spelldon be the fixer in both comics, it makes him seem like such a know-it character like ‘my crush wants me to get rid of his emotions, ima not do that and make him understand how important he is to me’, ‘my boyfriend’s freaking out so let me just make him think we’re in danger and have him admit that he loves me back’.

Yes, we see him be respectful and worried if he crossed any of Val’s boundaries, but I would say making your boyfriend think your magic abt to be eaten and that y'all are in danger is pretty like crossing the boundary if communicating normally didn’t seem like an option.

POWERS/EMOTION:

What rly bothers me is the smaller details and their portrayal of Val and his powers tbh, why is his magic pink and all cute, hearts and stars and little Cupid illusions? This is nothing like the Valentine in the movie and diary, and his reformed personality is alr seen in his diary, I Only Have Eye for You comic and last year’s comic.

Maybe the reason for his powers being green in wdgfil is bc he’s feeding off fake love and real love = pink magic but the portrayal of it is still quite cringe and traditionally expected of someone who feeds off love. His powers feel like it’s supposed to be a funny gag but it’s completely unnecessary to do so because it only builds inconsistency in what’s alr been established as his character and powers.

Also, him being so concerned with his emotions going ‘haywire’ feels strange to me because in his diary he says and I quote “ I felt my powers returning, and every day I got stronger”, with Ms Goblin explaining that it’s bc he’s given and giving real love and that’s why his powers are so strong, but we ignore all of that and have Whisp bestow groundbreaking knowledge that nope! His powers are strong bc he’s experiencing real love (which he and us alr knows but 2025 Val doesn’t know?)

What did Val mean by ‘emotional vampire thing’? Does he think he hypnoed Spell into saying love you? Is it him feeding off emotions? Is it his powers getting stronger because of emotions?

PLOT:

This comic’s biggest flaw is the plot tbh, it’s far too complex for a simple 10-pager resulting in less detailed backgrounds, big chunks of text, compacted panels and not fleshed-out themes. I get that we’re shown how Val feels about his powers, self-acceptance and Spelldon’s support, but that needs to be at least 15 pages for it to be good. There wasn’t any buildup to the issue Val tried to work through. Like we had 1 page of the problem, 'Spelldon said ‘love you and kissed Val’. It’s very rushed and could’ve been much more fleshed out if the comic had more pages.

They should’ve bolded ‘reformed’ instead of ‘emotional vampire’ since Val being a past villain makes much more sense for Casta to be hesitant about him dating Spell rather than him being an emotional vamp.

Actually was the problem Spelldon kissed Val and said ily or is the problem the implications bechind it? I would assume it's the latter bc

Edit: They need to make it more clear what the cause of the problem is, simply putting it in the desc of the comic isn't enough bc if I had read this with allll the knowledge of Val that I currently have but not the desc then I absolutely would've been lost at what's going on here.

In the desc it says that Val thinks he's hypnoed Spell but here it says 'Take it from you' which doesn't really make sense bc in order for him to take love he has to fill someone's heart 100% w/ love, and we've alr seen in the wdgfil movie that simply hypnoing someone doesn't automatically fill their heart 100%, he still had to romance Draculaura and even then it wasn't really working bc true love is stronger than fake love and all that.

You could argue that hypnoing someone implies that their love will be/has been taken but so far we only know that if Val cannot fill a heart within 3-4 days of hypno then the person would lose all ability to love permanetly, not that hypno will fill and steal a heart for you

Mattel really needs to give Spelltine more pages bc the first comic was quite well-received, and it will make the characters more engaging bc we get to see more of them and their personalities. A simpler story would fit a short comic like this much better because not every good story requires an existential crisis and a problem. It’ll be so cool if a comic mimicked old MH 2D webisodes in terms of storyline bc it’s so fun and showcases the characters’ personalities so well and with it being a comic, we can have different angles, dramatic effects etc that's possible with comic art which will enhance the reading experience.

ANYWAYS, thank you for reading this far, if you enjoyed the comic pls let me know why bc as much as I had to say about it there was quite a few good moments in it :33 happy pride y'all

#monster high #kieran valentine #spelldon cauldronello #spelldon x valentine #spelltine #valentine x spelldon #djinni whisp grant #monster high 2025 pride

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ajortga · 7 months ago

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asleep

pairing: wednesday addams x fem reader

word count: 800+

summary: after many horror movies, wednesday is there to comfort your fears at night. maybe she should've toned down on the 7 gory movies.

based off my spooktober request!

- Can I request "You still can't sleep? Was it because of that scary movie? Come here." with Wednesday Addams? Like- she made reader watch a bunch of horror movies or terrifying true story movies/documentaries. <3

You hated horror movies.

It was something Wednesday Addams knew not too long before you two started dating.

She didn’t even know how she could be with someone who didn’t like basically what her whole entire persona was.

Wednesday would solve cases of the Hyde, dragging you along with her, not knowing you were seriously freaked out.

Now that Halloween was coming, it was no doubt that Jericho turned into the time of year the goth loved the most. Oh how she loved sneaking spiders into students backpacks and hearing them scream.

You and Wednesday were in your dorms, the windows foggy and room dim. The walls were plastered with evidence boards of the Hyde’s existence.

“I think you should probably tune out on this one,” your girlfriend mumbles as she plays with the remote. “I’m gonna watch some documentaries so I can try and solve this case better with whatever they do.”

To say the least, you were clingy.

“No.. I’m staying here with you,” you argue, sinking deeper into the bed.

Fighting you was useless. No matter what you would leave feeling happy. So Wednesday sighed, putting your head to your chest, “Just don’t look, okay?”

You stayed with her word for the first 10 minutes, sleepy and not really responding. That was until you started to focus on what she was watching.

And oh god, you wished you hadn’t.

At first it seemed fine, you were more focused on Wednesday’s concentrated look. But then the next thing you knew, you both were watching it.

You had never seen so much blood in a movie before. It made you nauseous. Yet when Wednesday looked to see if you were doing okay, you looked like you were unfazed. So she switched it to one of her all time favorite horror movies.

It was even worse than the crime documentaries. How could one enjoy so much gore? Well, you had to take that back since there was one you were literally attached against, but what the hell.

As you heard disgusting killing noises, you were terrified.

At this point, Wednesday had watched 4 horror movies, the next one worst than before.

You couldn’t do this anymore, it was dark, it was near Halloween. The next thing she knew, Wednesday saw your scared figure tugging on her sleeve, a sign for her to turn the TV off immediately.

“Are you okay?” The braided girl asked, your nod doesn’t give her any sign because you’re shaking against her. Maybe she should’ve been more respectful to your horror level of movies. She was a little too intense with these kinds of movies, after all.

“Come on, let’s give you a hot shower and go to bed.”

Wednesday was woken up with you shifting. It was nearly 1AM and every time she had woken up, she would see you staring at the ceiling, away from the door and to the window that was giving the only source of light.

You were quiet during the shower, like you were staring through things.

Wednesday, now with her black hair down, played with yours. Usually it was the best charm to make you fall asleep within minutes. She usually wasn’t the person to be affectionate and touchy at night when sleeping. But after 10, you were still awake, heartbeat erratic.

God, there was even this one scene where a monster popped out from the closet. And your closets were right in front of the bed, making you more restless.

“Oh Y/N, you still can’t sleep?” Wednesday asks softly, breaking the silence. “Was it because of that scary movie?”

When you nodded, Wednesday made a sound of pity, and after moments of contemplating, she shifted you so you could face her. Then she opened her arms, “Come on.”

Immediately you crawled into her, and she could feel the thump thump thump of your heart against her chest.

She didn’t know horror movies made you that terrified. She thought that she herself was already a horrifying person.

“Are you okay?” Wednesday asked after a few moments of silence. “I will admit the thought of your extent of horror movies slipped out of my mind.” She admitted. For a few moments, she’s quiet, before adding, “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to do that again.”

The raven haired girl played with your hair for a moment, “What can I do to make you feel better? I’m not letting you not sleep, that’s usually my role.” She adds, her brown irises looking into yours.

“This is good,” you murmur, keeping close to her as she holds you. Because how could any creature pop up and grab you if your girlfriend is a warrior? She’d kill all of them before they could get to you.

The first few minutes, you were still awake. Which made her worried, holding you tighter, before humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her.

She sung quietly in Spanish, toying with your hair, looking into the night sky.

After a few minutes, Wednesday, sniffs your hair, your heart beats slow and steady. She liked having that effect on you, knowing that she was the only one that could comfort you to sleep as quickly in the blink of an eye.

#jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x y/n #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x reader #tara carpenter x you #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter x female reader

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zane-master-of-ice · 2 months ago

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COMING OUT...

posting this feels a bit scary, and i was not sure if i even wanted to post about this, but after much consideration, and some encouragement from my friends, i have decided to live my truth, and let the world know who i am.

i have seen several people on this website make these "coming out" posts to share deeply personal information about themselves, that they feel is important for people to know, so this feels like an appropriate way to reveal this to you all, so here it goes....

hello, my name is zane julien, and i am.... a robot.

i understand that this may be shocking to many of you (believe me, it was shocking to me as well!), and many of you may view me differently because of this, but i implore you all to please listen to my story...

for as long as i could remember, i have known that i was different from other people, and i never understood why. because of this i felt very lonely for a long time, and i spent a lot of time wondering what was wrong with me, but now i finally understand... thanks to my friend the falcon, my falcon!

when he lead me to the workshop in which we were both built, and revealed the truth to me, i will admit i was very scared, and i did not want to accept this about myself. i thought that something about me had changed, and i was no longer the zane i was before, the zane that my friends had grown to love and care for. i was afraid that they would not accept me for who i am, and part of me felt like i would deserve it.... i felt like i was no longer a person, deserving of the love and care that i was just getting used to receiving. i felt like everything had been taken from me. i was now just a machine.

but nothing changed...

my friends did not think of me any differently. it did not matter to them where i came from, or what i was made of. i was still just zane to them.

this confused me... how could they be so accepting of something so strange? why did they take the time to comfort me, a machine, and assure me that they still care for me, despite what i had just revealed to them?

did it really not matter if one was born of flesh and bone, or built with metal and wire? were my thoughts and feelings just as valid as those of a human? were they even real? at this point, i did not know...

that is until i discovered my memory switch, and i remembered...

him.

dr. julien... my father. he was an incredible inventor, and an even better father. i remember everything, i remember being a little (well, not so little) kid, i remember all the things that he taught me, and the way he cared for me, more than anyone else ever has. he built me with his own two hands, so he knew that i was a robot from the very beginning, but not once, not in all of the years that we spent together, did that ever matter to him. he loved me, more than anything in the world, just like any father would their son, and not once did it ever feel fake. so maybe my friends were right, maybe it didn't matter if i was a robot, or a human, i was still the same zane that i had always been, just with some new information about myself that i did not know before. i was still a person just like everybody else.

there is so much more i would like to say about my father, but i am getting teary-eyed, and this post is long enough as it is, so i will just say this... he was the greatest man i have ever known.

remembering him, and remembering my past gave me a lot of strength, and it helped me to accept myself for who i am, which was the key to unlocking my true potential, and finding peace within myself.

that is not to say that all of my feelings are positive, because they are not. i do still feel different from everybody else, which can feel very lonely and i think that is something that i will always struggle with. i am sad that it took me so long to learn this about myself, and i am scared of what other people may think when they find out. but i think that all of that is okay, important even. i think my ability to feel these things is what sets me apart from any other machine, i think it is what makes me a person, so i am going to allow myself to feel these feelings, and work through them in my own time.

i am proud of who i am... and i hope that you can all be proud of me too.

and i know that this is all very strange, but i hope that you can find it within yourselves to accept me as i am. i promise you that i am still the same zane that you all know and love... just with a few more gears.

thank you all for listening.

🤍 -zane

#//OKAY THIS GOT WAY TOO EMOTIONAL THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SILLY #//lowkey living my lesbian dreams of making a dramatic coming out post #//everyone tell zane you're proud of him!!!#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago season 1 #ninjago rp #zane ninjago #ninjago roleplay #lego ninjago zane #zane julien #dr. julien #lego ninjago #coming out #coming out post #robots #zane master of ice

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hearts-hunger · 1 month ago

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oh my god what the FUCK was that

okay, the two things i liked first. pros:

surprisingly, being a game truther, i liked the changes made to the tv station. having the soldiers strung up in the dark with the floodlights and thunderstorm gave that scene a brutality and scariness it doesn't have in the game, and dina and ellie having to sneak out like they did was very high-stakes and suspenseful.

ellie's "i would die for you. i would. but that is not what just happened" whole bit was so good i went back and rewatched it. her admission about her immunity and the dialogue in that moment felt true to ellie's character. isabella and bella did a great job with that scene. of course it makes no sense that ellie is surprised that dina is pointing a gun at her, but whatever. for the most part, that scene was done really well.

okay, now for the cons. buckle up, because there's a lot of them.

why the fuck are the making dina and ellie a happy little couple? "i'm gonna be a dad" give me a fucking BREAK??? i can't even express how antithetical to the story of the game this is. because ellie is not happy about this baby, she's horrible to dina, she's so wrapped up in revenge that she can't think about anything else. making them like...... dream up a baby registry is SUCH a mistake. and having dina go with ellie? this is supposed to be the part where ellie goes truly unhinged. she loses every shred of morality. not even dina and her baby can bring her back from the precipice, even all the way to the bitter end when she's built a life with them. she goes alone, to plow through all of seattle, to become a cold-blooded killer, to kill abby at any cost. but nope! now here comes mommy and daddy on a fun little killing spree while they think up colors for the nursery. what the fuck, genuinely.

like, not to be dramatic, but it's...... completely shredding the most intense and important character development in the story. tonally the game makes a very clear divide between jackson and seattle, and the show is forcing warm, intimate, loving moments into what is supposed to be a cold, gloomy, numb-feeling section of the story. ellie doesn't respond well to dina being pregnant. this is the moment where she really shows a side of herself that is so steeped in anger and fear and grief that she almost never gets over it. whether she will ever get over it is, like, a major question the game leaves us with. why are they screwing with that? why are they making ellie more palatable? let her be fucked up!!!

as for dina, what in the chappel roan comphet coming out trauma is going on with her. i actually hate how they've turned the confident bisexual woman from the game into...... whatever this dina is. i'm just personally not that interested in "my parents didn't approve, i was confused, i'm not brave, i tried to force it with a guy" whatever kind of bisexual storyline this is. maybe some people are. but i liked dina how she was in the game: simply, unapologetically, confidently bisexual. we don't have to have trauma in our coming-out stories. we can just be bisexual.

also, it's weird that they made dina and ellie's first sexual intimacy be some weird trauma-bond, heat of passion, right after a near-death-experience kind of thing. dina and ellie sleeping together in the game felt sweet, tender, flirty, warm, safe. this felt rushed and strange and insincere. it felt cheap, maybe. i can't really describe it. it was like it was written for straight men. like, graphic, rain-soaked, sloppy, hair down and makeup smudged. maybe i'm in the minority on this but it didn't feel good to me. i'm interested to know what people thought about it.

i think we're spending way too much time on isaac. perhaps if we hadn't wasted so much time in jackson in therapy we'd have time for development on isaac, but we don't really have time now.

anyone holding onto the "here's how tommy can still kill all of seattle" dream can put the tin hats away. it's not happening. and it sucks and it's a waste. but it's clearly not happening.

also, these are maybe nitpicky and not really story related, but:

didn't love the graphic content this episode. maybe that's a me thing. but the stupid josh peck gratuitous vulgarity, the full nudity in the torture scene, the straight up sex with dina end ellie - i know that's hbo's style, but i think we've maybe lost the art of subtlety.

everybody's said this but their clothes look brand new even after they've been crawling through mud and rain and whatever. it looks fake and weird.

in that same vein, ellie's bite marks have all looked super clean and not gnarly as if she's almost gotten her arm gnawed off. also she gets bit every other tuesday so it's lost its wow factor.

okay, i know i said a lot but that episode truly was a lot. come talk to me here or on my tlou blog @ellies-miller about your thoughts on this episode! i want to know what everyone thought and discuss it!

#maddie's episode review #yikes #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #tlou #the last of us #sorry i got...... on my soapbox a bit hehe #hbo tlou

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chainelunaire · 3 months ago

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Hi, can you write a virgin Dabi headcanon? Or like his reaction to getting his first blowjob by the reader?

(this is kinda heavy and not smutty at all)

dabi's so repulsed by the idea of sex, it's funny (it's very much not).

growing up in a home where he had not witnessed gentle heartwarming love between his parents, then being traumatized by near death experience, which then resulted in a constant body horror in every sense of the word, and Then for years trying to survive on streets while simultaniously keep training hard - yeah, i think he kind of haven't had enough time or energy for anything other than his Great Goal.

(from here i believe it can go two ways, one him being so closed off physically, and the other is for another post, if ever interested)

his mind is set on revenge, his entire soul is dedicated to a great cause, and while this all is true, it is also true that he clearly understands how scary (read, ugly in the eyes of others) he looks. he lives in this new body designed for him specifically not so long, yet he already knows every little disgusting detail about it, and every day he's finding a new one. deep deep inside he is terrified to the core. not only is he experiencing a major body dismorphia issues, but this also comes with a fact that this body was quite literally sewed together, replacing the burnt parts with flesh he doesn't want to ever question where came from. this body fails him every day. he lost his nails not once, but many times. he expericenced almost every infection known to mankind due to constantly open wounds. he frequently steals clothes, because they end up getting stained, in some parts slimy, and he's a clean freak, he kind of needs to be to survive. once he left a small piece of his ear on a pillow in one of lov's hideouts and was freaking out after. because the police could figure out his identity (not quite, he later realised, since they were not really his ears), and because he was really fond of the lost earring. compress later gifted him a new one. you get the picture.

he himself made the decision to cut off anything that will bring him any pleasure in life (sex included). it's a plethora of reasons why he doesn't want any of it, the main being is that of course, he doesn't believe anyone would genuinely want him in that way, and the second one, very vulnerable and naive, is that he realises that that will make everything harder for him. he's living this life on a hell mode already, he doesn't really need any more disappointment. so he build his later life so that it would be easy for him to let go in the end. and believing that someone found him attractive enough to have sex with him without any ulterior motives would make it harder (not that it'd ever happen, of course!). he's smart enough to understand that.

so he, of course, has much more important business going, and so you know - he's not interested. no one would be interested in that. no one in their right mind would want that, because there's nothing to want.

and you would think it'll take forever for him to fall for you, but it's easier than it seems. him still being that depending on what others think of him, still wanting the so long delayed approval and attention, it really won't take much of you for him to like you. he's so sensitive to kindness, especially when it's not towards him personally (that would make him alarmed, if anything) but rather casual small things, it really does something to his hardened heart. make no mistake, him liking you does not equal trusting you, that's a different story for another time. for now, he tries to hide it and he does it really well. so well in fact that for a long time you're quite sure that he wants you dead. he kind of does. but he still likes you.

fast forward to the subject of sex: he tries his best to avoid it at any cost. by that time, being in a relationship and trusting you enough to simply entertain the thought of it, he still thinks it's better if he dies on the spot rather than try. all of his insecurities come alive and well the exact time he thought he got rid of them.

the thing is, he doesn't necessarily want sex in itself, but he surely wants love. he wants to be loved so much and to him you seeing his body and running away in horror is a very real fear. he knows he won't be able to survive this, his mind would be completely broken. he's self-aware enough to understand that even knowing he's not the most sane person in the room. he will be able to live without sex, he was living like that and he was fine, but he won't be able to move on if he'll see the disgust on your face. if you'll find out what he truly is, it will crush him.

he will make it incredibly hard for you. he doesn't want to be a walking emotional rolling coaster, but he can't help it. he's terrified. one day he thinks that it's not a big deal let's go and later in the evening he'd disappear for a week. one moment he kind of wants to catch up and at least learn something on the matter and second later after opening the first link on google he's embarrased, disgusted and wants to set himeslf aflame. in general, he kind of wants to cry the whole time. he's angry at his dad, his mom, psychos that sewed him together, you, who's still by his side being annoyingly patient, but most importantly, he's mad at himself. he's already doing great mental gymnastics in favor of his own life, which he hadn't consider his for more than a decade. turns out, it could be very painful to realise how much you were robbed of, even after claiming for years that you didn't even want it.

needless to say, it'll take more than one shot for you, but eventually he will come around, probably on a random tuesday. tries to be nonchalant about it, but he is so chalant actually. after so much talking about everything he was capable of muster, after so much reassuring and constant showing of love and respect, he could one day wake up and suddenly realise that that fear while not fully gone, but he's at least capable of trying through it. you always knew he would be a sweetheart, him, however? not so sure.

in the end, you are right.

by that time, he's a lot more calm and collected. tells you to be serious and stop giggling, his ears red as a flame when you start laughing full chest - sometimes you are nervous too, he realised later in your relationship, even though he still doesn't understand why, anyone would want you. learnt to accept the fact that complete darkness won't save him in the end, but still asks for a very dim light. he doesn't really care about himself, but he tried to learn more so it would be good for you at least. compensates the lack of experience with observing every reaction he can get out of you (and he has a mental list from all the time before too). he's slow - because he's shy and inexperienced and afraid, - annoyingly so, but he's surprisingly precise and selfless. he would never be rough, especially the first time. needs gentle encouragement, which is perfect - not only he gets to hear your voice more, but his thinly veiled praise kink is enjoying the attention too. cracks some joke about begging the god not to lose his second earring in the middle of it, and you actually laugh so hard he needs to stop because now he's laughing too. the whole time not once has he found in your eyes something he was so afraid of finding. you look at him with nothing but love and adoration, hold his face in your hands, your palms warm and soft and tender, and his chest is tight with pain and with the lightness of it all. at some point he thinks that he really was right, it was easier to just die than to experience it all. he wants to cry, again. he can't really explain why, so he lays in your arms silently, letting you hold him, caress his hair and skin until you fall asleep. it will take all of his willpower not to run away in the middle of the night, he stays because he doesn't want to hurt you like that.

interestingly enough, in the morning without doing anything at all he feels significantly better. he can't help but smile when he enters the kitchen, seeing you preparing the breakfast and brewing hot black coffee. none of you mention the night before, yet you both are smiling at each other when you start to eat.

in this scenario, he'll need quite some time and hard work to only warm up about the idea of a blowjob. he'll forever be disgusted of the body he's currently living in, the best he can hope is to grow neutral about it, which is very real possibility with time. yet, he probably realises he's not ready to take this step now. he's not even sure if he ever will.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi #mha x reader #bnha headcannons #bnha imagines #bnha requests #dabi x you #dabi headcanons #todoroki touya #todoroki touya x reader #dabi angst #bnha oneshots #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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faerygrant · 2 months ago

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kintsugi pt. 1 carmen berzatto x reader

summary: the first time you saw carmen berzatto, you knew it would never last. yet your story spans years, years of first love, heartbreak and forgiveness.

warnings: eventual smut, angst, depression, co-dependent relationships.

The first time you saw Carmen Berzatto, you knew it would never last. You hadn’t meant to fall in love , your meeting in and of itself was by chance and yet you didn’t know it, but that chance meeting would be the cause of years of on and off pain, joy and intense love.

Year 1

He was so young, before the exterior had hardened, before his hands would become covered in the tattoos you’d one day grow to know. His hair was still out of place, he hadn’t quite grown into it yet, and you could always tell he hated it. But you never told him that. You loved it. You didn’t ponder too much on how you met, because when you were with him all you thought about was how badly you never wanted it to end. He was miserable, and so were you. Stuck in a constant battle with your near abusive employer, who sent you out on errand runs whether it be rain, snow or sun. And he, in a vicious cycle of abuse with his head chef, hurling his guts out almost every night, clinging to you like a child would its mother, punching holes in the studio apartment walls whenever you were gone, whenever it all got to be too much.

It was strange for the two of you, to find solace in a world where you thought you’d forever be alone, misunderstood. Carmen never had to say it, but you knew he loved you. It was in his actions, and it would come in his words later. The love was innocent, and you could tell it was his first time. He was clueless, puppy-like sometimes, so clueless as to what he was to do. You never learnt too much about his family, he didn’t like talking about them, and you weren’t the kind of person to push him.

One of the first things you’d noticed about him was the self deprecation, always dragging himself down, scoffing whenever you’d dare give him a compliment. Turning his head when you’d trace his scattered freckles and tell him he was so beautiful. Yet he never failed to tell you, how you were his dream girl, that you were the only thing in the loud city that was keeping him going, that when he got those scary thoughts after a long shift at the restaurant, calmed him down. You’d smoke cigarettes out on the patio together, his arms-still lanky at the time, wrapped around your shoulders. Him recounting the awful things chef had told him that day, while you’d trace the little hairs on his knuckles, assuring him that none of it was true. Which was often followed by a shared beer or two, sloppy buzzed sex and one holding the other while they sobbed to sleep, sometimes even both of you.

Life was hard, but Carmen had your shoulder to cry on and you his. And as the months went by, and the seasons changed you started to see the boy you loved so very, slowly grow into a man. His arms had started to grow, all his hard work at the restaurant becoming evident on his body. Though frown lines had also begun to show on his forehead, the stress also becoming evident. The first time the two of you had fought, the first time Carmy’s failed to conceal his temper was his first sleepwalking mishap.

You stirred slowly, believing you were smelling smoke, but quickly brushed it off. You and carmy often slept with the windows open, so you had left it to one of the neighbours possible making a late night snack. Yet when you moved your arm you felt an empty space in the bed, it was unlike Carmy to let go of you when he slept, his arms often wrapped tightly around you, or holding onto one of your breasts. Once your senses had fully come to you and the sleep began to fade you became fully aware of the strong smell of fire, char even. That’s when you jumped from the bed and looked over to the other side of the studio apartment. That’s when you quickly turned on the light and found carmy standing over the stove with a cigarette in hand and his other hand on a burning pan of…photographs.

“What are you doing?” You shook him, making quick work turning the stove off and throwing the pan into the sink, running the tap. There was no response from him, he just stood there staring off into space, it was almost as if he were in a trance. It frightened you. “Carm, what the fuck?” You gently shook him again, afraid you’d hurt him. Finally his eyes had left the stove and rose to look you in the eye, that’s when he seemed to snap out of it, realising what he had done. That’s when you grabbed his face, kissing him in relief. “You scared me, are you okay?” You left quick kisses on his tinted cheeks. That’s when he unexpectedly pulled away from you. “Get off me.” He pushes you away, grabbing his cigarettes and marching over to the couch where his denim jacket sat. “Carm, you were sleepwalking I think.” You whisper, watching as he throws the jacket on.

“I wasn’t fuckin sleepwalking, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s seething, moving a mile a minute, looking everywhere but at you, looking for everything and yet nothing. You knew him though, well enough to know that the feeling he felt was embarrassment. That’s when you approached him, attempting to put your arms around him again. “I’m not going to judge you Carm, I want to help.” You try. “Get the fuck off, please” he pushes your hands away, not enough to hurt you, but you get the memo.

“Why the fuck would you not judge me, I’m fucked. I can see it, you wanna leave don’t you. What kind of sicko walks around at night burning shit. You don’t need this, just fuck out of here while you still can”

“You’re not going to push me away…I love you Carm.”

“Fuck does it matter? Same shit my ma would say and what good has that done me huh?” He throws his arms in the air as if to say your love means nothing, and then he’s out the door in no time, leaving you in the middle of the room dumbfounded. He had compared you to his mother, he had left you.

Things had never really been the same since that fight, but as all relationships did, fights happened. Carmen returned the next evening. He had spent the night at another chefs apartment and then gone to work. When he’d returned to you he had fallen to his knees, face stuffed into your stomach, begging for forgiveness. Begging for you not to leave him. Begging you not to stop loving him. That’s when you’d seen it for the first time, the cracks in him. They weren’t visible at first, but they were there. And that’s when he had finally said it to you.

“Please baby don’t leave me, I’m sorry…I f-fuc…fucki-ng- I- i…lo… I love you.” For the first time since Carmen Berzatto was a young boy, he had stuttered again, something he had worked his whole adult life to never do again, to leave behind. Because he was frightened, the thought of going on in this big sad city, at the shitty job he hated, without you made him turn into the scared little boy who watched his mother drunkenly rage. He needed you. And while he’d just come to the realisation that he needed you. You had finally heard it. It was no longer in his actions, finally it was in his words. Carmen had told you he loved you.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #reader x carmen berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto fic

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